(feat. H.C.P)

Yeah Mother $#&@ers

#~!!@ ^!$$%z Get the $#&@ out our way now
Real ^!$$%z put your fist in your mother $#&@ing hand
Like this it's going down

This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-P's
My vice lord's and B-L double O-D's
This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-P's

My vice lord's and B-L double O-D's

[Chorus]

I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta
^!$$% find out and get your $#&@ing teeth knocked out

Find out and get your $#&@ing teeth knocked out
I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta

^!$$% find out and get your $#&@ing teeth knocked out
Find out and get your $#&@ing teeth knocked out


A ^!$$% knocked out as soon as I stepped throught the door
I guess they thought we playing but i guess they didn't know
We started kicking $$# drunk off $$# kicking

Cause we left him there even in slow motion
Im gone break a ^!$$% jaw break the $#&@ing law
Break him down raw break ^!$$% all yall

If a ^!$$% violate you in the club
It aint %#@! ot talk about clock his $$# out


[Frayser Boy]
I never try to move fast I just stick to the script
If a ^!$$% talking %#@!, hit that (*##$ in the lip

You got somthing to say about me
You ^!$$%s wanna doubt me
You mad cause I get the cash then a ^!$$% out

You won half of the bar ^!$$% $#&@in payment
Kinda hectec when I disrespectite now a playa dead
but its cool you got to realize somthing these ^!$$%s fake

Its kinda like everything I love another ^!$$% hate
[Chorus]


$#&@ these (*##$es im bout to pull this glock on
^!$$% come wrong he gon half to get popped on
Fool acting hard he been listning to da pac song

Dont let this rap music get your door knocked on
Maybe knocked in with some friends holding bright crome
Think we playing witcha boy ^!$$% bring it on

Studio gangsta probly gonna hit you with the microphone
Coward $$# (*##$ gon be sleeping with the lights on


[Lil Wyte]
Im not a gangsta but this %#@! is for the Crips and the bloods
Gd's vice lords and white boys come claiming to be thugs

I got a one hitta quitta and aint gon safety aint on
On these boney knuckles and all
The things youll soon be regreting

I have a closed captioned Marawana treated brain
Meaning when you hit the ground
I'll spill it out across the screen

Round one and white ain't got no choice
To beat the compition
Let that mother $#&@er swing

And show that (*##$ what he been missing

[Chorus]


[Lord Infamous]
I got a one hitta quitta for any ^!$$% talking %#@!

You talk %#@! they find your body in the ditch
Aint nothing going on but that triple six
And hypnotize $#&@ing minds can you handle it

You in the club trying to show off in front of a (*##$
I beat you down and throw the $#&@in six
And go outside and get the extra clip

We make an example out of you ^!$$% don't be next (*##$

[Cruncky Black]
You get chest of eagle beat til your cranium leak
Scarecrow the sandman Double R $#&@ing sleep

When I pull this unit it's intinsive care unit
And I spill your blood tight so they can't transfuse it
War war vet here to play hit the deck
Crunch also say if you want to disrespect
With a one hitta quitta and disfigure

To your hospital room to finish you off ^!$$%

[Chorus]

This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps

My vice lords and B-L double O-D's
This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps
My vice lords and B-L double O-D's
This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps
My vice lords and B-L double O-D's

This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps
My vice lords and B-L double O-D's